by Nick Gisburne
The first part of a story, continued in this poem’s companion piece: Together, Whole.
She lifts the leafy cabbage of my heart
Without her beets my beans would surely fade
These radishes will never roll apart
She spreads my soul with messy marmalade
My nights are filled with cauliflower dreams
She stalks the winding weeds and none are spared
We simmer as the saucepan slowly steams
Impatient for the feast our love prepared
No longer will my precious pumpkin grow
Her roots are withered, frozen by the frost
But though our garden sleeps beneath the snow
The life and love we planted is not lost
We grew our dreams together, she and I
But now she grows a garden in the sky
